d. fritz, o. thornton)



My eyes can't help my ears

My ears can't see



Why do I try this way

There's probably something wrong with me

If I can't see that something's wrong

When all my pieces become pieces

And not all one



-CHORUS-

Then where, where would my body be

Body be

Where, where would my body be

Body be



My hands can't help my eyes

My eyes can't feel



Why do I try this way

There's probably something wrong with me

If I can't see that something's wrong

When all my pieces become pieces

And not all one



(repeat CHORUS)



You in the sky, you in the sky

You make me high, alive

You in the sky, you in the sky

You make me cry, alive

You in the sky, you in the sky

You make me high, alive

You in the sky, you in the sky

You make me cry, alive



(repeat CHORUS